Broken bricks could be seen everywhere. He had to clean up the surroundings. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have a place to set up the jinzhi. With his level of lianqi seventh level, there were many restrictions for him to set up jinzhi.
Normal outer sect disciples would rarely spend so much time on meditation. Compared to practicing spells, meditating to increase cultivation wasn't cost-effective.
Returning to the seclusion room, he only had time to put a little bit of ling energy into the sound tablet before he couldn't resist anymore. He dropped his head on the meditation mat and fell into a deep sleep.
Raising the weasel brush, he dipped it in cinnabar. With a shake of his wrist, he wrote down two characters.
What he needed to pray now was that nothing would happen to the medicine fields and that he could safely wait for Hao Min Shijie to return.
After setting up the jinzhi, it was past noon. He randomly ate something and then obediently went to the seclusion room to meditate.
Bright red and thick cinnabar, a weasel brush.
What could make a young girl's heart beat faster than fate that couldn't be guessed and couldn't be described?
His life was intense and full, extremely hard. He didn't have the time to be sentimental. He knew very well the difficulty of survival. In his surroundings, everyone was working hard to survive, for their family, for the next generation. Like Old Black. Even though it was very hard and tiring, but he didn't dislike this kind of life. Quite the opposite, he felt that this was life.
"How I wish!
A little pink paper crane. It was much smaller than Zuo Mo's white paper crane and very exquisite. This was Little Thousand Crane, used for sending messages. However, this thing wasn't as fast as flying swords. Especially when the distance was further, it was very inconvenient to use. So most of the users were xiuzhe below jindan.
Using third-grade paper to make Little Thousand Cranes, it was a terrible waste.
Any ling herb here, even if he sold himself, he wouldn't be able to pay for it.
This drizzle continued for an hour before the cloud dissipated. Zuo Mo released a breath. There was a lot of moisture here and it saved a lot of effort to cast [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]. He couldn't help but calculate inside. The situation was slightly better than he had imagined. If he worked a bit harder, he could still manage to complete the agreements that had been made.
Hm, Zuo Mo suddenly stopped walking and bent down to pick up something.
Walking out of the seclusion room, he started to set up the jinzhi again. As to the walls, he could only rebuild them after a while.
He reached out with his finger, silently casting a spell. A layer of aged gold energy appeared around his finger. Now that his cultivation had risen by a level, it was much easier for him to execute the Heaven's Path Divine Art. Extremely excited, Zuo Mo started to release [Little Art of Cloud and Rain].
However, he didn't have the strength to set up the restriction again. He was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.
He woke up to the sound of the sound tablet playing.
He rushed into the room, looked around, and immediately found what he was looking for.
The steam and the fragrances of all kinds of ling herbs mixed together. Taking a deep breath, Zuo Mo felt unspeakably comfortable. He suddenly felt that looking after the ling fields wasn't as bad as he had imagined.
As soon as he entered the fog, the white fog seemed to recognize him and automatically parted, revealing a small path. His spirit was shaken, and he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but be envious of the sect's methods. If one day, he could also have such a divine ability, that would be awesome.
Sunbathing. "
Persevering in cultivating the mental cultivation method finally brought him rewards. He had cultivated it to the eighth level!
Zuo Mo insisted on spending four hours a day on meditation. After discovering the spirit vein in the quiet room, he spent more time meditating every day. Cultivation was the foundation. This was a principle that every xiuzhe understood. He had the advantage of the ling vein. Even though what he cultivated was the most normal mental cultivation method, but the effects were still outstanding.
A long time ago, when xiuzhe broke through the void and searched for new jie, they would frequently encounter danger and be trapped. When the trapped xiuzhe found they had no way to escape, they would write their wishes and request for help on the Little Thousand Cranes and let them fly. Because there were no markings, no one knew where these Little Thousand Cranes would fly to. But the lifespan of xiuzhe was long. Even if they were trapped, if they were lucky, they could hold out for a long time.
If something really went wrong on his hands, he was afraid … …
Carrying a bag.
Looking at the bright red and plump characters that almost took up the entire piece of paper, Zuo Mo roared with laughter, extremely smug inside.
Moaning without illness. Zuo Mo snorted coldly inside and gave what he thought was the most accurate evaluation. It was a pity that such a good piece of paper was wasted. Even though he didn't know what paper it was, but looking at the quality, it wasn't lower than third-grade.
A cultivation of the eighth level of lianqi, looking at all the outer sect disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect, he could definitely be in the top three.
The bottom of the five mu of the valley was filled with all kinds of ling herbs. They were all different colors and shapes. Looking from afar, it was like the bottom of the valley was laid out with a multi-colored carpet. Dozens of brightly colored swallow-tailed butterflies danced among them. Yellow and black striped bees formed a swarm, moving back and forth.
Zuo Mo couldn't understand this kind of behavior. In his heart, there was only jingshi, ling grains, and cultivation. He didn't have any illusions or luxuries like romance.
Zuo Mo hesitated for a while but couldn't find another path. He could only force himself to walk towards the white mist.
The mouth of the valley was covered in mist, a patch of whiteness.
He couldn't help but shudder.
The pink Little Thousand Crane flapped its little wings and disappeared into the sky.
Even though the jinzhi along the way were strict, there weren't any inside the valley. Zuo Mo explored the entire valley. The pool was bottomless, the water cold to the bone. The sound of the waterfall was really loud. The entire valley reverberated with the sound of the waterfall.
He crouched down in the ling fields, looking at each ling herb. He wanted to memorize the characteristics of each ling herb. He had only planted ling grains before and didn't know anything about ling herbs. He could only use this stupid method. Right now, he didn't hope for any rewards. He only hoped that he wouldn't make any mistakes.
"Good stuff, good stuff. I want it, I want it. There's no chance, no chance … …"
The moisture gathered in the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually forming a ball of white cloud, floating above the medicine fields. The spell on Zuo Mo's hands quickly changed. After a series of dazzling movements, the cloud started to drizzle. The floating rain fell into the medicine fields.
He could guarantee that he had never been so attentive before.
Zuo Mo unceremoniously took apart the pink Little Thousand Crane and then realized. So this was a wishing Little Thousand Crane.
He had a deep understanding of how strict the ranks of the xiuzhe world were. If he could successfully zhuji, even if he was an outer sect disciple, Hao Min and Luo Li definitely wouldn't dare to treat him like this. Zhuji was a dividing line. It directly determined the quality of your life.
When the first case of a wishing Little Thousand Crane being saved appeared, the wishing Little Thousand Crane instantly became popular in the xiuzhe world. As time went on, this became a game for some female xiuzhe to divert their moods. They would write their moods on the wishing Little Thousand Crane and randomly send it out, but leave an imprint on it. The person who found it could rely on the imprint on it to make the wishing Little Thousand Crane fly back to their hands.
Running all the way to Cold Mist Valley, he didn't even have time to catch his breath before he started to cast [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]. Only when he had cast all the rain did the rock in his heart land.
Suddenly thinking of the medicine fields, he suddenly woke up. He hurriedly climbed up and rushed out of the yard.
Once he cast it, he instantly felt the difference. The speed at which the moisture gathered was much faster than before. The rain was like silver threads that flowed endlessly. Some experiences that he had never experienced before made him savor them for a long time.
In a place where no one was present.
If he wanted to have a good life, he could only continuously increase his strength.
Wandering by himself.
"Who's an idiot, who's an idiot, you're an idiot, you're an idiot … …"
If it was said that before, he still had some fantasies, but now he deeply understood the cruelty of reality. He was very sensitive to the density of ling energy. The ling energy in Cold Mist Valley was very abundant. It could be imagined that the grade of the ling herbs that had been cultivated in such a treasured place wouldn't be low.
In a happy mood, as he hummed a little tune, he folded the pink paper back into the Little Thousand Crane.
The Little Thousand Crane had its master's imprint. After Zuo Mo channeled ling energy into it, he threw it into the air.
At the bottom of the valley, a silver waterfall poured down the cliff, roaring like thunder. With the force of a thousand catties, it smashed into the deep pond, creating countless drops of water.
Humming a little tune, he started to clean up the ruins. This little yard had been built for a long time. The walls were old and broken. Right now, it had been completely destroyed by Luo Li Shixiong. Thinking about Luo Li Shixiong's domineering presence as he descended from the sky, Zuo Mo's heart was still beating fast.
Why did he come to his place?
Humming a song
— — "Idiot."
Zuo Mo heartlessly climbed up from the meditation mat, humming a strange tune.
Moaning without a care in the world. Only those who lived leisurely and didn't have the motivation to move forward would do that. Zuo Mo despised those people from the bottom of his heart.
Thinking about Hao Min's reminder to make rain once a day, Zuo Mo hurriedly cast a spell.
He couldn't help but wander.
It wasn't until the sky darkened that he dragged his exhausted body back to the little yard. When he saw the mess around the yard, the jinzhi that had been smashed to smithereens, he wanted to cry.
Opening the Little Thousand Crane, it revealed a few rows of graceful characters.
Using the jade pendant in his hand, Zuo Mo safely arrived at the entrance of Cold Mist Valley.
Following the little path in the mist, after walking for about half a li, the view in front of him suddenly brightened.
No matter what the situation was, it wasn't something he could solve.
Lianqi eighth level!
Zuo Mo's mood became abnormally good. He excitedly cleaned the yard, his steps becoming lighter.
"The qualifiers for the twenty third [Sword Test Conference] have already finished. Up until now, there are four thousand two hundred and fifty three sword xiu that have qualified. The rewards for this time's [Sword Test Conference] are the most abundant. The top one hundred can receive a fourth-grade flying sword, the top ten can receive a fifth-grade flying sword. The prize for first place has already been decided. It is called [Bi Feng], seventh-grade. Reportedly, this is the highest grade flying sword in the history of the [Sword Test Conference]. It has attracted the interest of the disciples of the large sects, including Peerless Sword Sect and Suo Luo Sword Sect … … "
After the paper was used, it couldn't be used again. It really was a pity, Zuo Mo thought.
Just as he prepared to crumple the paper into a ball, he suddenly stopped, his face expressionless as he tilted his head. After thinking for a while, he ran into the room.
He sat there for six hours. When he opened his eyes, they were full of joy.
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